Chapter 210: One Man Can Annihilate Three Armies
Chaos!
The armies of the two nations were in complete disarray. Paying a heavy price in blood and bodies, the Moyue army used human shields and finally charged out of the city gates, engaging in direct combat with the Snow Moon army.
Golden spears and silver lances gleamed with a faint, dark light in the night. Broken blades on the ground were trampled by iron hooves, producing a clanging sound.
On both sides of the city gates, the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry who had set the fires converged, unleashing another volley of flaming arrows into the crowded rear of the Moyue army. Flames roared, and screams of agony rose without end, cutting off the Moyue army's front from its rear. At the same time, within the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry, a brilliant sword light flashed, and a surge of annihilating energy erupted. The surrounding space instantly became a vacuum, claiming the lives of a hundred men.
After this sword strike, the Crimson Blood elites mixed within the Moyue army also launched their attacks, disrupting the Moyue forces from within and casting aside their own lives.
In this battle, the Moyue army still had over two hundred thousand troops engaged, while the Snow Moon side had less than one hundred thousand. In terms of military strength, the Moyue were naturally stronger.
However, the Snow Moon side had already prepared their formation, spreading out in a line outside the city to await the Moyue army. With nearly one hundred thousand troops, several volleys of arrows—hundreds of thousands of flaming arrows—killed countless enemies and threw the Moyue army into chaos. Combined with the flanking attacks of the Crimson Blood Iron Cavalry and the internal coordination of Lin Feng and his group, the Snow Moon side had completely seized the initiative.
When the blades finally clashed, it was a true meeting of rivals on a narrow path—the braver side would win.
Lin Feng moved through the chaotic Moyue army, sword in hand, taking one step and killing one man.
His steps were always aimed in one direction. Anyone who blocked him was annihilated by his sword.
Lin Feng was not alone. Beside him, a group of people advanced with him, killing their way in the same direction.
Whether the tide of the Snow Moon-Moyue war could be turned was no longer something he could decide. Lin Feng could only do so much. Now, he needed to rescue Princess Duan Xinye. She had been captured right before his eyes. If anything happened to Duan Xinye, not only would he be unable to escape responsibility, but it would also give the imperial court an excuse to target Liu Canglan. No matter what, he had to save Duan Xinye.
To Lin Feng's left, another brilliant sword light flashed continuously. Where the sword light fell, figures vanished, like a god of slaughter.
This sword was faster than Lin Feng's, sharper than Lin Feng's, and carried a heavier killing intent. This was a true sword of death.
Turning his gaze slightly, Lin Feng glanced at that face, more beautiful than a woman's, now cold as frost, showing no mercy under the blade.
The white-clothed god of slaughter, Wen Aoxue. No wonder so many at the Heavenly One Academy feared him. Beneath that face, more beautiful than a woman's, lay an incredibly sharp sword of death.
The sky began to lighten, casting rays of light upon the earth. Dawn had arrived.
Outside the gates of Broken Blade City, amidst the countless broken blades, lay countless corpses and rivers of blood.
And the corpses continued to pile up, the blood still flowing across the ground. The sounds of slaughter and battle cries seemed endless.
Lin Feng leaped into the air, swinging his life-seizing sword, killing several more men. But he felt no excitement. Looking at the corpses and blood covering the vast land, a sense of sorrow welled up in his heart. This was war—human life as cheap as grass.
"Boom!"
A thunderous roar exploded from the sky, rolling in like thunder from beyond the nine heavens.
In that instant, the crowd felt a violent tremor run through them. Their movements slowed as they looked up at the sky.
In the brightening sky, a dark cloud rolled in. The cloud seemed to take the shape of a human figure. Moments later, the cloud dispersed, revealing a black silhouette in the sky.
Black hair, black robe, black cloud. This silhouette was like a demon god, standing above the sky, overlooking the universe.
"So powerful!"
Lin Feng's heart trembled violently. Looking at the black silhouette standing in the sky, just its presence gave him an insurmountable feeling.
"A bunch of barbarians, and you dare to contend with my Moyue?"
The black silhouette spoke, and then its palm struck down toward the ground. Instantly, an enormous palm print descended from the sky.
This palm print was the size of a castle, carrying a black annihilating energy, crashing down with a thunderous roar.
"Boom! Rumble!"
The earth shook violently, and the hearts of the Snow Moon people trembled just as violently.
This single palm strike directly killed over a thousand Snow Moon soldiers. They had no power to resist. They could only watch as the palm print descended, unable even to scream before they were engulfed by the black palm print.
A huge pit appeared on the ground—a black pit. The nearly one thousand Snow Moon soldiers were obliterated, leaving not even ashes behind.
Moreover, countless others were caught in the blast, thrown into chaos.
The faces of the Snow Moon soldiers turned pale. What kind of expert was this? Faced with such a powerful being, they had no courage to fight.
Everyone on the ground stopped. The Snow Moon people stopped, and the Moyue soldiers stopped as well, looking up at the black figure standing proudly in the sky.
"Roar!"
After a moment of silence, the Moyue army let out a thunderous roar that shook heaven and earth.
This was their expert. One man could annihilate an entire army—truly domineering and unparalleled.
Hearing this earth-shaking roar, the sword in Lin Feng's hand trembled slightly.
No matter how much he schemed, no matter how he turned the tide, in the face of such an expert, one man's strength was enough to influence the entire battle. A single casual strike could take a thousand lives.
Lin Feng clenched his left fist tightly. He hated it—hated that he was not strong enough, that he could not soar above the nine heavens.
That black palm print was likely true essence, the true essence of a Mysterious Martial Realm expert, and it was a vast, pitch-black true essence.
Mysterious Martial Realm experts could use powerful Qi and true essence to briefly fly through the air. But this black silhouette could stand in the sky and unleash such powerful true essence. This person was definitely a high-level Mysterious Martial Realm expert, countless times stronger than figures like Dapeng Gongzi.
Martial arts could soar above the nine heavens and shatter the sky. This was no empty talk. And this was only a high-level Mysterious Martial Realm expert. It was said that the Martial Emperor, who looked down on heaven and earth, could move mountains and seas with a single motion, leaving a million corpses in his wake. That was no lie either.
This was a world of martial arts. Absolute experts stood above everything—armies, imperial power, rules. As long as you were strong enough, a single palm strike could shatter them all.
Lin Feng wanted to pursue the ultimate martial path. He longed for the lofty ambition of soaring above the nine heavens. He had put in the effort, constantly seeking it. With ambition in his heart, one day he would traverse the mountains and rivers and roam the universe.
But the long road of martial arts required immense perseverance. How many life-and-death trials one had to endure, no one knew.
Take, for example, the expert standing in the sky at this moment. He could look down on the Snow Moon army and easily destroy them.
Was the Snow Moon army destined to be buried here today?
"Liu Canglan, considering your reputation and your decades of resisting my Moyue army, I grant you a dignified death. Take your own life."
The black silhouette's gaze fell on Liu Canglan. His voice was indifferent but carried an irresistible authority. Even the commander of three armies was as insignificant as grass before him.
Liu Canglan looked up indifferently at the black silhouette in the sky, then at the Snow Moon soldiers. A trace of sorrow flashed in his eyes.
"In the war between two nations, the top experts of both sides are not allowed to participate. This is a rule tacitly accepted by the nine kingdoms. And today, you have come here to suppress my Snow Moon army with your overwhelming power. Is this the tacit approval of Snow Moon?"
A hint of grief appeared in Liu Canglan's eyes. The Moyue Kingdom would not break this tacit rule unless it wanted to provoke a true war of annihilation between Snow Moon and Moyue. At present, neither Snow Moon nor Moyue had the strength to swallow the other. Therefore, this rule should not be broken—unless, of course, the Snow Moon side tacitly approved of the other's actions.
"Tacit approval!"
Hearing the desolation in Liu Canglan's words, the soldiers of the Snow Moon army showed sorrow in their eyes. Lin Feng also felt a deep sense of grief.
The princess had been captured, Duan Tianlang had stirred up internal strife, and everything was still unclear. Now, Liu Canglan was saying that Snow Moon had tacitly approved. What was hidden behind this battle? No one knew.
Chapter 211: Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey
Everyone's gaze was fixed on the sky, watching the domineering black silhouette.
A cold smile appeared on the black silhouette's face. He said indifferently, "You don't need to know that. I'll give you ten breaths to take your own life. Otherwise, I'll act and leave you with no corpse to bury."
"What does a true man fear in death? I, Liu Canglan, would rather die in battle. It's a pity that my three armies are implicated because of me."
Liu Canglan looked up at the black silhouette in the sky, a fierce battle intent burning within him. His body rose into the air. He would rather die fighting than humiliate himself by taking his own life.
All the Snow Moon soldiers showed expressions of extreme grief and indignation. This calamity for Snow Moon was not due to the fault of war.
"Since you seek death, I will grant it to you."
The black silhouette's face was cold. The black true essence around him surged again, filled with destructive power.
"Rage makes the hair stand on end, leaning on the railing, in the drizzling rain, the rest has ceased."
"Looking up, I let out a long roar to the sky, my heroic feelings fierce and intense."
"Thirty years of fame and honor are but dust and earth; eight thousand miles of clouds and moon."
A melodious, passionate song came from afar, stirring the blood. Then, a clear voice reached the ears of all the soldiers.
"If Liu Canglan dies, then the Moyue Crown Prince, Mo Jie, will be buried here today."
The voice was soft, not domineering, but it carried an unquestionable certainty.
The black silhouette's face turned serious. He looked into the distance and said coldly, "Who speaks such arrogant words?"
"Han Mo, do you think Snow Moon has no one?"
The rolling sound waves came from afar, slowly approaching. In a moment, another figure appeared in the sky.
Beneath this figure floated rolling clouds of true essence, and the person sat on those clouds. In front of him was an ancient zither. He sat cross-legged, playing the zither.
"A straw cloak, mist and rain, a life's journey. Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey."
Looking at this figure, Han Mo's gaze sharpened. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes. This person had actually appeared here.
"With lofty ambitions, I feast on barbarian flesh; laughing and talking, I quench my thirst with Moyue blood." The middle-aged man, sitting cross-legged and playing the zither, moved his fingers. A melody emerged from the zither, and endless white light flowed from its strings. Instantly, a series of dull thuds sounded. Below, the chests of nearly a thousand Moyue soldiers were pierced by the zither's melody, killing them instantly.
In the midst of laughter and conversation, they turned to ashes. Killing without a trace of blood.
"Han Mo, you kill my Snow Moon soldiers, so I will kill your Moyue soldiers. If you dare to kill Liu Canglan, I will kill Mo Jie."
The middle-aged man looked indifferently at the furious Han Mo. Even when killing, he carried a touch of elegance. Laughing and talking, playing the zither, and lives were extinguished.
The crowd was shocked. Another top expert had appeared. He was too powerful, beyond their ability to resist. With a flick of his fingers, the zither strings could take a thousand lives.
The Snow Moon soldiers looked at this man, a fervent light in their eyes. Hope was rekindled in their hearts.
A straw cloak, mist and rain, a life's journey. Although they had never heard of the name "Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey," the way he spoke showed that he was no weaker than the black silhouette. He was a top expert of Snow Moon.
At this moment, Lin Feng's heart trembled once again. Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey. So that was his name.
Lin Feng recognized this middle-aged man playing the zither in the sky. Not only him, but many at the Heavenly One Academy would recognize him.
This was the man who had taught Lin Feng to play the zither, who had calmed his heart. Lin Feng regarded him as a teacher, the man who played the zither in the peach blossom forest.
Lin Feng had never imagined that the man who had contacted him a few times, helped him calm his heart, and even helped him break through in cultivation, possessed such formidable strength.
He was as still as a virgin, but as swift as a thunderbolt. This was somewhat similar to Wen Aoxue, who appeared more beautiful than a woman but turned into a white-clothed god of slaughter on the battlefield, killing one man with each sword strike.
"Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey." Lin Feng silently memorized this name. Teacher Mist and Rain's strength was probably even greater than that of Heavenly One Academy's Vice Dean, Long Ding.
Han Mo stared intently at Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey. After a moment of silence, he spoke, "I have long heard of Snow Moon's Mist and Rain. Today, how about a battle?"
"If you wish to fight, then fight."
Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey's voice remained calm and indifferent, as if nothing concerned him.
Rolling black true essence gathered before Han Mo. His right hand rotated in the air, and behind his palm, surging black true essence followed.
"Annihilate!"
With a rumbling loud noise, Han Mo struck out with his palm. The pitch-black palm print, as if it would drown heaven and earth, appeared again, blotting out the sky, and hurtled toward Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey.
Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey sat indifferently on the white clouds of true essence. His fingertips moved, and endless streams of light poured from the zither strings, shooting toward the sky-covering palm print.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Sharp, piercing sounds continuously came from the sky. The black palm print was pierced by the streams of light. Endless white light, carrying an extremely sharp aura, shot toward Han Mo. Meanwhile, the damaged palm print continued forward, heading for Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey.
"Let's fight elsewhere." Han Mo shouted, his body soaring into the air.
"Just as I wish." Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey replied. The white clouds of true essence shifted through the sky.
In an instant, their figures turned into black dots, heading toward the distant sky, eventually disappearing completely.
How powerful were Han Mo and Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey? If they fought here, the shockwaves of the battle would inevitably affect the people below. Neither Han Mo nor Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey wanted that.
Watching the two disappearing figures, the soldiers below were unable to calm down for a long time, still staring blankly at the sky.
At that level of strength, one person was enough to influence the outcome of a battle and destroy an entire army. It was too powerful. No wonder the nine kingdoms had agreed not to let their top experts directly participate in the war.
"With lofty ambitions, I feast on barbarian flesh; laughing and talking, I quench my thirst with Moyue blood."
"Kill!"
Liu Canglan shouted in the sky. He took down the bow and arrows strapped to his back. Behind him, a golden martial soul appeared—a bow pointing straight at the sky, dazzling to the eye.
Reaching out, Liu Canglan grabbed the illusory martial soul bow. Then, nine arrows aimed at the Moyue army. He released his hand. Golden light flashed, and instantly, dozens of people were pierced through the chest by the golden arrows, dying instantly.
"Kill!"
The Snow Moon army roared, shaking heaven and earth. Earlier, Han Mo had killed a thousand people with a single palm strike, threatening their Snow Moon army and demanding that Liu Canglan take his own life. This had filled the three armies with grief and indignation, but they were powerless. Now, Mist and Rain, A Life's Journey had appeared, fighting Han Mo, saving them and sparing their general from death. This undoubtedly ignited the boundless fury and endless passion of the Snow Moon army.
Blood once again stained the earth.
Lin Feng, holding his longsword, continued to kill his way forward. Beside him, many people wearing blood-red masks fought alongside him. Wherever they passed, blood flew.
The battlefield continued to expand. There was no strategy—only a fight to the death.
At this moment, Lin Feng finally saw that graceful figure. The beautiful figure sitting on a warhorse—Duan Xinye.
But Duan Xinye could not move. Her body was bound to the warhorse, and her horse was surrounded by eight warhorses. The eight riders were all clad in ferocious black armor—the Black Fiend Guards.
Duan Xinye also saw Lin Feng. Her beautiful eyes, like autumn water, rippled with waves, carrying a hint of expectation.
Of course, the Black Fiend Guards also saw Lin Feng and his group charging toward them. The gazes behind their armor were filled with piercing killing intent—sharp, bone-chilling.
Lin Feng took a step forward, sword in hand, and leaped into the air. As he leaped, one of the Black Fiend Guards also moved, rising into the air. "Slash!"
Lin Feng swung his sword, and light radiated in all directions.
The Black Fiend Guard shook his hand, and Lin Feng felt a force like a surging river rushing toward him, causing his sword to waver unsteadily in the wind and rain. The sound of flowing water echoed in the space.
A dual force, both soft and fierce, sent Lin Feng flying back. He landed on the ground and saw the Black Fiend Guard had already returned to his horse. He glanced indifferently at Lin Feng, then waved his hand. The horses galloped off, the eight warhorses carrying Duan Xinye away at full speed.
"Impressive. These Black Fiend Guards are all experts." Lin Feng's pupils contracted. Although there were only eight Black Fiend Guards, their strength was far greater than the group he had killed earlier.
Lin Feng sprinted forward. With a swing of his sword, a figure fell from a horse. Lin Feng leaped onto the horse and chased after the eight riders.
No matter what, he had to rescue Duan Xinye.
Chapter 212: A Thousand-Mile Pursuit
The wind howled in his ears as Lin Feng whipped his horse mercilessly, the steed galloping wildly.
Two figures thrust their spears at him, trying to block his path, but sword light flashed, and they were cut down from their horses. Lin Feng's horse did not slow down at all as he pursued the nine figures ahead. The battling armies flashed past his eyes, here one moment, gone the next.
At full speed, Broken Blade Pass soon appeared before him. The nine figures did not hesitate, charging straight into the natural chasm road through Broken Blade Pass. Lin Feng followed.
Although Broken Blade Pass was under Moyue's control, Lin Feng's armor was also Moyue armor, so no one attacked him.
Both the fleeing group ahead and Lin Feng in pursuit passed through Broken Blade Pass without incident. Their speed did not decrease as they continued galloping across an endless plain. Here, countless corpses still lay silently on the yellow earth, most of them Snow Moon soldiers.
"Such fast horses!"
Lin Feng chased with all his might but could not close the distance, even though the group ahead was also pulling Duan Xinye's horse. These nine brown horses were much faster than the ordinary horses of the Moyue army.
But Lin Feng had no intention of giving up. His will remained unshakably firm.
This continued for several hours. Lin Feng had no idea how far he had traveled. Occasionally, wisps of cooking smoke rose in the distance.
By now, Lin Feng had crossed the border between Moyue and Snow Moon, entering the edge of Moyue territory.
The horse beneath Lin Feng was foaming at the mouth, drenched in sweat, on the verge of collapse.
Horses had excellent stamina, but Lin Feng's horse had reached its limit, unable to continue. This showed just how fast it had been running, far beyond its capacity.
But at this moment, Lin Feng finally felt the distance between him and the figures ahead closing. The figures ahead were slowing down, gradually coming to a stop.
Lin Feng pulled hard on the reins, and his horse also slowed down. Just then, a horse's whinny rang out. Lin Feng's horse collapsed forward, its front knees giving way. The horse, having held its breath all this time, finally gave out when Lin Feng stopped.
Lin Feng leaped into the air, stepping forward a few times to steady himself.
Looking up, he saw the figures ahead slowly turning around on their horses, looking down at him coldly.
Behind them, Duan Xinye's beautiful eyes were fixed on Lin Feng. Though her long hair was tousled by the wind, it could not hide her beauty. Her tender, watery eyes held a trace of emotion, captivating to behold.
"Leave the princess behind."
Lin Feng drew his longsword again and stepped forward slowly, his gaze cold and merciless. The sword dragged on the ground, leaving a shallow mark.
"The Crown Prince has ordered that he be taken alive."
At this moment, one of the figures spoke indifferently, causing Lin Feng's gaze to sharpen. The Crown Prince had ordered him taken alive?
This Crown Prince naturally referred to Mo Jie. Had Mo Jie known all along that Lin Feng would pursue him, deliberately sending people to flee with Duan Xinye for a thousand miles, luring him into the chase?
"What a pity. Last time, he killed quite a few of our Black Fiend Guards, and now we can't even kill him ourselves—only take him alive. The Crown Prince values talent too much, doesn't he?"
A heavily armored soldier said coldly. This man's face was exposed, and though he was not old, his chin was covered in black stubble.
Moreover, Lin Feng found it strange that, aside from Duan Xinye, the eight figures were all wearing Black Fiend Guard armor, but their helmets were slightly different.
Four of them had their faces completely covered by their helmets, leaving only their eyes visible.
The other four had their faces exposed. The two who had just spoken were among those with exposed faces.
"Hu Qiong, even if we can't kill him, you can give him a good beating. That should vent some anger."
Another person spoke. Hu Qiong's eyes lit up, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he rode toward Lin Feng.
"Do you know who we four are?"
Hu Qiong looked at Lin Feng and said coldly.
"Idiot."
Lin Feng spat out a single indifferent word. How could he possibly know who Hu Qiong and the others were?
"Idiot?" Hu Qiong sneered. "You'll realize how foolish and ignorant your pursuit of us is. The four of us are all Deputy Commanders of the Black Fiend Guard. We should have been commanding the troops in battle, but because of you, Snow Moon managed to turn the tide and contend with my Moyue. To capture you alive, the Crown Prince made us abandon our participation in the battle. You should be proud."
"Deputy Commanders."
A flicker of surprise passed through Lin Feng's eyes. To capture him alive, Mo Jie had used Princess Duan Xinye as bait and deployed four Deputy Commanders to deal with him. He was certainly being valued highly.
But what about the other four, whose faces were hidden by helmets? Their auras, though slightly weaker than the four Deputy Commanders, were still powerful and unsettling.
"You killed my Black Fiend Guards, used a scheme to burn the city with flames, and left countless Moyue soldiers with no corpses to bury. I can't kill you today, but I'll punch you a hundred times to vent my hatred."
Hu Qiong looked ferocious. He took out his weapon—a massive axe, extremely fierce and sharp, probably weighing several hundred pounds.
"Roar!"
Hu Qiong let out a furious shout, his eyes wide open. His horse suddenly charged at Lin Feng, and his battle axe came crashing down like Mount Tai, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder.
Lin Feng swung his sword. The horse beneath Hu Qiong had its legs severed by the sword energy and collapsed forward. Hu Qiong leaped into the air, bringing his axe down on Lin Feng from above.
Lin Feng raised his sword to meet the attack. The axe and sword clashed, sparks flying. A tremendous force surged through him, driving his legs deep into the ground. He grunted, his internal organs injured by the impact.
"Such strength!"
Lin Feng's heart trembled. He stared at Hu Qiong, who was pressing down on him. Like the Black Fiend Guard leader he had killed on the battlefield that day, this man was at the Seventh Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, a higher level than Lin Feng, and possessed immense strength. The axe crashing down felt like a mountain pressing on him. The ground could not withstand the force, and his legs sank into the yellow earth.
"Pathetic."
Hu Qiong sneered, looking down at Lin Feng with extreme contempt.
He shook his hand slightly, lifting his battle axe again, preparing to strike down once more. He wanted to bury Lin Feng's entire body in the ground.
But just as Hu Qiong raised his hand, his gaze suddenly froze. Lin Feng's body shot up from the ground like a phantom.
Fast—fast as lightning, so fast that Hu Qiong had no time to react. He was still clumsily lifting his heavy axe.
"Watch out!"
A shout rang out, but it was too late. With a tearing sound, Hu Qiong's movements froze. A longsword had pierced through his throat.
Hu Qiong's body was still in the posture of raising his axe, while Lin Feng stood on the yellow earth, holding the longsword. The other end of the sword was embedded in Hu Qiong's throat.
Shadowless Kill—killing without a trace, a single strike to the death.
This was the power of a Earth-grade martial technique. When Lin Feng was at the Fourth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, he had used Shadowless Kill to eliminate an expert at the Seventh Layer.
Now, at the Sixth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm, Lin Feng's strength had greatly increased, and his mastery of the Shadowless Kill technique had matured, allowing him to unleash even greater power.
Of course, another reason Lin Feng could kill Hu Qiong, a Seventh Layer expert, in one strike was Hu Qiong's arrogance. He had looked down on Lin Feng, and being more focused on brute strength, he lacked agility, giving Lin Feng the perfect opportunity.
"I'm not willing..." Hu Qiong's throat rolled, producing a hoarse sound. Then, the sword was pulled out, blood gushing everywhere. No matter how unwilling Hu Qiong was, he was already dead.
Life and death hung by a thread, with no turning back.
Chapter 213: Fearless and Unafraid
"Hu Qiong!"
Three shouts rang out. The other three Deputy Commanders watched Hu Qiong's body fall, their eyes bloodshot.
When they looked up at Lin Feng, their gazes were filled with icy killing intent.
"You killed Hu Qiong?" The leading Deputy Commander's voice was as cold as ice, his eyes fixed on Lin Feng.
"Didn't you see it?"
Lin Feng's gaze did not waver. He met the other's eyes. That perfect opportunity had been too good to pass up. Hu Qiong's strength was not inferior to his own—a Seventh Layer Spirit Martial Realm expert with divine strength. His axe strike had directly injured Lin Feng's internal organs. Not killing him would have been cruelty to himself.
Moreover, in the midst of war, what was there to say besides life and death?
"Hiss."
The man gritted his teeth, his eyes wanting to tear Lin Feng apart. But Crown Prince Mo Jie had ordered Lin Feng to be taken alive.
The Crown Prince's command was absolute; no one in the Moyue army dared to disobey.
"You four, go and capture him."
The Deputy Commander turned his gaze to the four figures whose faces were hidden by armor, speaking coldly with a commanding tone.
"That doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"
One of the helmeted figures said indifferently, causing the Deputy Commander's expression to stiffen, his gaze growing even colder.
Lin Feng also frowned. They seemed to be from different factions. What was their relationship?
"I'm willing to send three of my men. I'll trouble your two commanders to cooperate and capture this man. How about that?"
The helmeted figure spoke again, appearing to be the leader of the other four.
"Fine." The Deputy Commander hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "If you dare not give your all, don't blame me for being rude."
Five people rode out on their warhorses: two Deputy Commanders and three helmeted experts. When their auras erupted, Lin Feng felt a suffocating pressure.
So powerful. All five were Seventh Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts, without exception.
His expression turned serious. Lin Feng's eyes gradually turned gray, and that cold, emotionless pupil appeared once more.
The feeling of controlling everything returned. Every movement in the surrounding space was clearly reflected in his mind.
Facing five Seventh Layer Spirit Martial Realm experts, Lin Feng did not dare to be careless. Only endless battle intent surged wildly within him.
The yellow earth around him began to swirl slightly. The armor on Lin Feng's body rustled. Sword in hand, he stood like a war god, even in the face of five Seventh Layer experts, he did not retreat.
To achieve the ultimate martial path, one must possess the determination and will to destroy everything. Since he had the strength to fight Seventh Layer experts, then even five of them could not make him back down. Only those who dared to fight heaven, fight earth, and fight fate could become powerful martial artists who looked down on the universe.
Fearless, unafraid, selfless—only then could one reach the pinnacle.
As if sensing the surging battle intent radiating from Lin Feng, the five experts on horseback also became serious, looking at Lin Feng with a hint of caution.
He had killed a Seventh Layer expert, Hu Qiong, in a single strike. They could not afford to be careless and give Lin Feng an opening.
"First, severely wound him. No need to hold back. As long as he doesn't die."
The leading Deputy Commander behind them said coldly again. The five horses neighed and all charged at Lin Feng, unleashing five attacks simultaneously.
Lin Feng moved slightly, retreating like a shadow. Then, a thunderous explosion sounded, and yellow earth flew everywhere.
The five continued charging forward. But at that moment, Lin Feng's body suddenly disappeared, vanishing into thin air.
"Not good!"
The five's gazes tightened. A light flickered before them, like a ghostly shadow. At the same time, an extremely dangerous feeling arose.
"Boom!"
Ignoring everything else, the five's expressions darkened. They hastily launched another attack, striking at the shadow. The space around them churned violently.
"Shadow Kill!"
A faint sound rang out. Blood splattered in the air. A shadow flashed past two warhorses, then gradually became clear, revealing Lin Feng's figure.
The five horses had already passed him. The two riders whose horses were directly behind Lin Feng's back fell to the ground, dead.
The second form of the Earth-grade martial technique, Cross Shadow Kill—Shadow Kill. The body turned into a shadow, leaving no trace. Even Old Man Kong had never mastered this technique. Under the effect of his Heavenly Radiance Martial Soul, Lin Feng could barely execute it. Though imperfect, his body turning into a flickering shadow made him elusive, allowing him to instantly kill two experts of a higher level.
Of course, Lin Feng paid a heavy price.
He coughed a few times, and trickles of blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the yellow earth. His use of Shadow Kill was still imperfect; he could not fully transform into a shadow. Many of the five's attacks had landed on him. To kill two first, Lin Feng had endured the powerful blows.
At this moment, Lin Feng felt as if his internal organs were churning.
"Lin Feng."
Duan Xinye looked at Lin Feng, her eyes slightly red. Why had Lin Feng come to save her? Such a powerful formation awaited him. How could he succeed?
"Bastard!"
The Deputy Commander who had not acted shouted angrily. He leaped from his horse and struck out with a powerful palm toward Lin Feng.
Lin Feng sensed everything around him. He slammed his right hand against the ground, rebounding and retreating rapidly. But the domineering palm print stirred up a gust of wind, and the force still landed on Lin Feng. Another mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips. Lin Feng supported himself with one hand on the ground, his face pale.
Eighth Layer, Spirit Martial Realm!
This Deputy Commander, who had been giving orders, was the strongest. His strength had actually reached the Eighth Layer of the Spirit Martial Realm.
"Killing my brothers—you die!"
The man refused to let go. He stamped his foot on the ground, making it tremble. His body shot forward like the wind, and another palm strike flew out.
"Boom!"
Lin Feng retreated again, his injuries worsening. He had already been wounded, and now he had taken two more domineering palm strikes from an Eighth Layer expert.
"Lin Feng, I want you dead!"
The Deputy Commander exuded a strong killing intent as he walked toward Lin Feng step by step.
"The Crown Prince ordered him taken alive, didn't he? If you kill him, wouldn't that be defying the Crown Prince's command?"
The helmeted figure who had not moved spoke indifferently, causing the Deputy Commander to halt. Then he said coldly, "He killed my two brothers. Even if I don't kill him, I'll cut off his arms."
"Cut off my arms!"
Lin Feng looked up. His gray, emotionless pupils remained firm. He stood up, his endless battle intent undestroyed, surging wildly once more.
With a thought, a vast expanse of ice and snow appeared behind Lin Feng, as if heaven and earth were about to freeze. The temperature of the entire space plummeted.
Sword energy howled through the air, sharp and murderous.
Seeing this, the crowd's hearts trembled. Lin Feng could still generate such powerful battle intent. His will was too tenacious.
Lin Feng took a step forward—an ordinary step. But as he stepped out, his battle intent seemed to turn into blazing fire, burning fiercely within the ice.
The Deputy Commander's heart tightened, his eyes narrowing. Lin Feng was extremely dangerous at this moment. That single step seemed to contain the momentum of heaven and earth, merging with the world, killing all who blocked him.
This was courage, will, burning passion, fearless determination, and the lofty ambition to kill all and reach the peak.
"Kill!"
Lin Feng let out a low shout. This time, he did not use his sword. Instead, he turned his fingers into a sword. His fingers were like a sword, containing momentum and the essence of subtlety.
With this finger strike, the space emitted a tearing sound, as if it would be pierced through.
"Boom!"
The martial soul behind the Deputy Commander emerged—a savage beast, the Strength Ape, possessing immense power and defense like a mountain.
Faced with the extremely dangerous Lin Feng, even this Eighth Layer expert had to use all his strength. He struck out with a mountain-annihilating palm, directly aimed at Lin Feng.
"Boom!"
The earth shook. A fierce gale swirled violently between the two, and yellow earth rolled.
"Again!" Lin Feng was knocked back, but he did not even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He took another step forward, his sword intent, ice intent, and battle intent endless.
"Rumble!"
The ground directly collapsed, a deep crack splitting open. Lin Feng was knocked back again, blood continuously flowing from the corner of his mouth. Duan Xinye could not bear to look at him.
But at this moment, the aura on Lin Feng's body was continuously rising. Those several intents faintly showed signs of merging into one.
His fearless battle intent also transformed into a vast momentum of heaven and earth.